The tight clasp of her orgasm rippled up my cock.
It took me only two more strokes before I followed her over the edge. Releasing my come deep inside her tight cunt, filling her to the fucking brim. I stayed inside her warmth until the very last tremor, never wanting to leave.
But Hailey pulled away.
Rolling up into a sitting position, she dragged the bed comforter over her shoulders and leaned against the headboard. She curled her knees up to her chest and just stared at me with the wide, unseeing eyes of a woman who couldn’t believe what she had just done.
I shifted to rest my back against the headboard as well. I drew my legs up and rested my elbows on them. “I don’t expect you to forgive me?—”
“Good, because I’m not going to, asshole. You threatened to kill me!”
“It wasn’t a serious threat. If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead.”
Hailey narrowed her eyes. “You know I’m calling the police the first chance I get and having your murdering ass hauled off in handcuffs? I don’t care how good the sex is.”
I rolled my head to the side to stare at her. “The police? You mean the same police who are currently hunting down your best friend who just escaped from custody within moments of being declared guilty of murder? Those police?”
“She’s not guilty. You said it yourself, Jameson is alive. They’ll let Madison go.”
My mouth twisted in a mirthless smile. “The court doesn’t know that. Even if it did, it wouldn’t make a difference. In this town, the truth is subjective.”
“Well, they’ll know as soon as you tell them.” Her pleading eyes were almost enough to make me feel bad. Almost.
“You think Jameson doesn’t have judges in his pocket just like his brother Pierce?”
“I want answers. Now. You owe me.”
I rubbed my eyes. There was no point in keeping it a secret from her. “Jameson is Pierce’s twin brother.”
Her jaw dropped. “They’re twins? I mean, I could tell they must have looked alike when I saw Pierce at the funeral, but twins? No wonder Pierce was so upset when Jameson supposedly died. Aren’t twins supposed to have some kind of extra-special connection?”
I smirked as I dropped my arm back down onto my raised knee. “Not these twins, trust me. They were born by Caesarean section. Family legend has it that the moment the doctors opened their mother’s belly they had to pry Jameson’s arms from around Pierce’s throat. The man literally tried to kill his brother in the womb.”
“Holy shit,” she whispered, pressing her fingertips to her mouth.
“Because of that, Pierce was pulled out first and became the eldest and the heir. Jameson has never gotten over being the twin who came second. He’s been competingand failingat a competition Pierce didn’t even know he was a part of their entire lives.”
“So, what? This is all some twisted plot to kill Pierce so he can be the heir?”
I pointed at her. “Give the lady a prize.”
She leaned forward. “How? Why? This is all fucking insane! Evil twins? Seriously? This is the real world, not some trashy TV soap opera.”
I tilted my head. “It was terrifying in its simplicity. It was supposed to be a tragic accident. Madison was there to lend credibility so she could attest to his anger and erratic driving. There would be a very sad funeral. Then Jameson was going to kill Pierce and take over his identity. He would then head to Europe for a year, using his supposed grief over his brother’s death as cover. Some fancy spa or treatment center. When Jameson returned, he would blame his long absence on any changes in appearance if people noticed that he didn’t look exactly like Pierce. Except Jameson hadn’t planned on Pierce literally making a court case out of it.”
“So why are you involved in this?”
I shrugged. “Greed.”
She mimicked my shrug. “Greed. That’s it? That’s your explanation?”
“We both have competing engineering companies as part of our holdings. Jameson promised to agree to a merger with me as the head. It’s a deal worth billions.”
“So you ruined my friend’s life over a stupid corporate merger? You?—”
Before she could press further, I shifted position. Grabbing her ankles, I pulled her down onto her back. Then pressed my weight on top of her and slid down between her legs. I raised one eyebrow as I kissed her flat abdomen. “I’m hungry.”
She tried to dislodge me, gesturing to the broken window where the wind and rain were still pouring in. “Yeah? Well, I’m cold!”
